America’s Big Hero

Five days ago...Panama was on the Caribbean side, on a small island in the San Blas Islands, four people sat and drank.

"What are your plans?" One of them grabbed a bottle and wiped it out in one gulp, then squeezed hard with a 'click', and the can was completely deformed.

Of the other three people at the table, one of them lowered his head, concentrating on eating the steak in front of him.

One person frowned and looked at the person who spoke first.

The last person had a look of astonishment, and his eyes scanned back and forth on the faces of the other three.

"What do you mean have any plans?" The last person obviously didn't understand what was going on, so he was the first to ask impatiently.

"Being a drug criminal all the time, and one day being killed in the jungle or at sea, the body is eaten, or a normal life." The first person to speak opened a bottle of cold beer again, and no one looked at it. , finished speaking in a low voice, raised his head and poured it again.

"Holmes, do you want to betray the boss?!" The last person exclaimed, looking at the other three in disbelief, "You guys, are you crazy? Our family members are all inside, you don't want theirs!" Are you dead!"

Holmes just glanced at Morey who was exclaiming, and then looked at the frowning man who kept silent, "Hansa, your mother is in her 50s this year. I remember that she was in poor health since last year, and her stomach has always been It hurts, but I can't see a doctor."

Hansa’s frown became tighter. In the jungle, although Pablo tried his best to provide a guarantee of life, for medical treatment, only Cartagena and Bogota in Colombia have the best conditions. Other places, including Medellin Not so good, let alone Cong Lin.

"Do you love your wife very much?" Holmes asked again.

Hansa opened his mouth. His wife was randomly found in the lair. Apart from being pretty, the rest is obedient.

But this beautiful thing can be done for $50!

So talking about love is too extravagant for a drug criminal, and some of them are just acquaintances after getting along for a few years, and they can be regarded as good friends.

They are all Pablo's confidantes. They have been with Pablo for almost 10 years, and they are responsible for flying goods from the jungle to the outside. This small island in Panama is rented by Pablo at a high price.

The drugs are transported by plane to this uninhabited island thousands of miles away, and then refueled and transported to Mexico from here, or directly fly to the south coast of the United States after refueling in Guatemala.

In order to ensure the loyalty of these so-called confidants, their family members were sent to the jungle for [protection].

This is inevitable.

"Crazy, crazy, Pablo won't let us go!" Morey said, waving his arms a little excitedly.

"It doesn't matter whether he can pass the test this time." Holmes curled his lips and turned to look at Morey. "This time is not the past. The last time in 1984, the US military was just putting on a show. This time, this time This time, a private company is presiding over the operation!"

"Yeah, private, can it be stronger than the US military?" Morey looked puzzled.

"Idiot, for the United States, official power has never been the most terrifying thing, private people are, and the umbrella is private companies. I'm not sure why they want to go to war with Pablo?" Holmes growled with wide eyes. : "Pablo is not easy to mess with. He even dared to assassinate the president. Doesn't the umbrella Sean know about it? Since he knows, why would he do it?"

"Use your brain!!"

Morey realized in a flash that these big shots were terribly afraid of their lives. Either they didn't make a move, or if they did, they wouldn't give up halfway.

No one spoke at the table. After a long time, Holmes persuaded again: "Of course it's good to be rescued, if not..."

"In our line of work, how many people can live peacefully until they die of old age?"

Hansa frowned more and more tightly, his right hand under the table quietly lifted the skirt of his clothes, and suddenly drew out his gun, "bang" "bang"

Two gunshots were fired, only one meter apart. Holmes, who was sitting across from him, burst into blood on his head. His eyes were still full of confusion. He couldn't imagine why Hansa would suddenly draw his gun and shoot him.

Is it really Pablo's diehard?

Morey was dumbfounded, staring blankly at this scene, unable to reflect at all.

Kress, who had been sitting there without speaking, stood up abruptly, staggered two steps back and was about to draw his gun, but before the gun was raised, three gunshots were fired, blood spattered on his chest, The expression on his face was distorted, and he opened his mouth to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, his lips twitched a few times and fell to the ground with a bang, twitched a few times and died.

"You, you, you... you're crazy!" Morey didn't realize until now, and pointed at Hansa in horror, "Why did you kill them!"

"Holmes is right." Hansa looked at Morey with a calm expression, "He is a really smart guy, but the problem is, what the umbrella promises is to give the whistleblower 10 million dollars and a new identity, but to report this kind of For things, only one person is enough."

"You, you, you, don't kill me, I don't want money, I won't tell the truth, no, no, I'll follow you, I don't want money!" Morey backed away in horror.

"Thank you for your trust." Hansa showed a smiling face, and just when Morey breathed a sigh of relief, a "bang!" shot rang out.

"But, no need, I can fly the plane by myself." Hansa watched Morey's body fall to the ground, and then looked at the bodies of the other two.

Just now everyone called brothers to drink together, now he is left alone.

Sitting down silently again, Hansa picked up the knife and fork and continued to eat. While drinking, he said to himself: "I am already rich, even if I go to any country in the world, I would be considered rich. I want to change Life is easy, you don’t have to worry about it every day, you don’t leave your gun, and you worry about being beaten to death in some unknown corner all day long.”

"I want to walk on the bustling streets casually, watch movies, listen to concerts, party in bars, send my children to the best schools, play football with them, and enjoy fishing while watching the sunset ..."

"I fucking don't want to stay on this uninhabited island all the time. I don't want to be surrounded by poor people who are all dressed in rags and can't fucking write. The people walking around are either drug criminals or murderers!"

It's not that Holmes is stupid. The betrayal has to involve others. Although Holmes is the leader of this group of four, looking down at a height of several thousand meters, there is no way to tell where the lair is.

Pablo's lair doesn't have any towers, satellite positioning systems, or beacons directing the landing...

Of the four of them, only Hansa is the one who can actually fly.

Hansa was born in the Colombian Air Force. He is a professionally trained pilot who knows what coordinates are and how to distinguish the position in the vast forest.

Holmes really didn't expect Hansa to be so vicious and decisive!

...

"Oh, where is it?" In the middle of the night, the soldier who answered the phone was a little listless, but he still asked dutifully.

We all know that Sean is a generous boss, but the umbrella management is strict...

"How do I keep myself safe?" the caller asked rhetorically.

Hey, the operator got a little more energetic, and after answering this question, he could feel the other party's confidence in the information in his hand.

"In terms of safety, the best option is to come to our base in Cartagena. You can choose us to pick you up, or you can come here by yourself."

"I'm in Cartagena at the address..."

"Very good, a helicopter will arrive in 15 minutes!" The operator hung up the phone and reported immediately.

Just because this person dares to come to the base, you can be sure that the other party has indeed mastered something.

"Thu chu chu..." The sound of propellers sounded in the night sky, and a Black Hawk gunship quickly flew towards the address given by the other party.

At the same time, two armored vehicles on duty in the city also drove towards this address.

What the fuck is security!

Security is that after the arrival of helicopters and armored vehicles, no one was seen here.

The branch received a call again, or the person who called just now, "A Black Hawk gunship, two armored vehicles?"

The person who came came confirmed with the umbrella branch again, for fear of any problems.

"Yes, you can show up, no problem, we guarantee that you will not suffer any harm." The corner of the operator's mouth twitched, he was really careful!

Ten minutes later, the armed helicopter returned to the base, and a brown-skinned, sharp-eyed, somewhat thin man jumped out of the helicopter.

"I know Pablo's secret and exact coordinates on the Andes Mountains, and I know the details inside." The thin man sat on a chair with his hands behind him and grabbed the back of the chair, and said nervously: "I can tell you , take you there, but I have conditions."

"What conditions, you say." Thomson came to meet this cautious guy himself.

"My mother and wife are in the base over there, and I want to save them." Hansa said in a deep voice.

Thomson froze for a moment, frowned deeply, shook his head for a while and said, "I can't guarantee their safety. You know the situation over there better than I do. The attack method must be air raids and bombing. In this case, who's Safety cannot be guaranteed 100 percent.”

"Airborne operations will be carried out after the air raid and bombing. Only after the base is completely occupied can we discuss this issue."

Hansa bowed her head in thought for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Yes, if they can be rescued, I hope to give them a comprehensive medical examination. My mother is sick."

"Of course it's no problem. They will enjoy the best medical services. If Colombia can't do it, they will be sent to the United States. Little boy, we have our own hospital." Thomson agreed with a smile.

"I still need to change their identities." Hansa asked again.

"No problem." Thomson agreed straight away, "As long as it is confirmed that it is Pablo's lair, this request is not a problem."

"I'm sure there are more than 10,000 people living there."

"Can you find it?" Thomson raised his eyebrows, but it doesn't mean that if he lived there, he would definitely find his way.

"I served in the Colombian Air Force for 6 years. I spent 540 hours flying in the army. After retiring, I followed Pablo. In the past 10 years, I have flown no less than 1800 hours." Hansa said firmly.

Thomson's eyes lit up, and he stretched out a thumb. Really strong self-confidence often only needs a string of simple numbers.

Licking dog A: Beauty, you are my goddess, I love you more than myself, I am willing to do anything for you.

Scumbag B: I earn tens of millions a year!

Beauty: Am I someone who cares about money? What I like is the mature charm of middle-aged men, even bald heads look so sexy!

...

In the early morning, a U2 reconnaissance plane took off from a military base in Panama and went straight to a certain coordinate.

At the same time, the U.S. military used the 'Dapeng' reconnaissance satellite to carry out satellite reconnaissance towards the same coordinates.

The U2 reconnaissance aircraft, a reconnaissance aircraft with the longest service time, has advanced technology and stable performance. It has been in service since 1956 and continues to serve until 2020. It can perform reconnaissance missions at an altitude of up to 30,000 meters.

Of course, given that Pablo is just a mere drug criminal and doesn't have much radar reconnaissance capability, this reconnaissance activity in the area was carried out at an altitude of more than 300 meters, and was shot by a high-definition camera with an accuracy of centimeters.

Before and after, the U.S. Air Force dispatched a total of 12 sorties of reconnaissance planes, carried out uninterrupted and detailed investigations for 2 days, and took tens of thousands of high-definition photos of the area, restoring the detailed topography of the area to the maximum extent.

But when the U.S. military really started to use all its strength, a mere drug criminal had nowhere to hide.

...

The large-scale conflicts that occurred in the urban area of ​​Cali city yesterday have become known all over the country, but the officials of Cali city are not in a hurry.

It was just a public announcement in the morning that there were no serious illnesses in the city of Cali and Foxconn. Ahem, the conflict did not cause civilian casualties. It was a multi-party joint crackdown on drug criminals, and the operation was a complete success. , killed 48 drug criminals, and rescued several gentlemen who had made great contributions to the development of Cali City who were kidnapped by drug criminals...

The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind, the heavy is against the light... the issue of life and death, as long as it is avoided and not discussed, it does not exist. Anyway, whether ordinary people believe it or not, the government believes it!

What is the art of language!

With so many things happening every day, it's just a matter of diverting your attention.

For example, the US presidential election!

"Mr. Chief Justice, Mr. President, Vice President Quayle, Senator Mitchell, Speaker Wright, Senator Dole, Representative Mitchell, fellow citizens, neighbors, friends: We have a man here, He has earned a permanent place in our hearts and in our nation's history, President Reagan, and I salute you only on behalf of the people of our country for your outstanding service to America..."

There was a minute-long applause.

For the inaugural speech of the old cloth, the whole live broadcast of Columbia, including the next few days, all media resources are tilting towards the change of the US president on a large scale.

As for the so-called Foxconn incident, don't report things that are not conducive to unity!

Even Sean, at this time, specially took an expert to Washington to attend the presidential inaugural speech.

"After all, my uncle became the president. How could I, a junior, not participate in the inaugural speech, right?" Sean stopped Xiaobu's neck and said with a smile.

Heh, Xiao Bu rolled his eyes, I haven't seen you call uncle so diligently before!

"By the way, now that you are the son of the president of the world's largest country, isn't it a little too offensive for me to stop you like this." While watching the speech, Sean teased in a low voice.

"Knowing that you still don't take that damned hand away quickly, I warn you to see the reality clearly!" Xiao Bu's expression sank, and he snorted coldly.

"Just take it away, don't you need to pay a gift and apologize?"

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, it's not impossible to give you a chance."

"Leave this question to me, and I will definitely take care of it. Tonight, I will send Madonna to your house, and I promise you will have fun!" Sean said solemnly.

"Get lost!" Xiao Bu rolled his eyes.

It's not that the two of them disrespected Lao Bu's speech, but mainly because they had already read the speech last night.

Every word in the inaugural speech must be carefully considered. This is a demonstration of the future policy. Even if you can’t win over some people, you can’t offend them. Therefore, people from all walks of life who are close to the president can read it and help review it. .

Some things only insiders understand.

The speech is over, and it's the banquet again.

In fact, the only thing about the inauguration ceremony stipulated in the US Constitution is that the oath must be taken before the president enters the Oval Office, but with the passage of time, the 'traditional' item of the inauguration ceremony, if the United States has a tradition .

Anyway, what started as a simple swearing-in ceremony has grown into a day-long event that includes a parade, speeches and dances.

As an old friend of the Bush family, and at the same time one of the top richest people in the United States, Sean is naturally a person in the file bag in the old Bush's pocket, and he is a proper person. Therefore, Sean appeared in the White House again the next day. .

Xiao En, who was greeted by Lao Bu himself, gave him a warm hug as soon as they met. Xiao En congratulated him, and the two walked towards the inside hand in hand.

"How about it, do you have any idea of ​​taking up a position in the government department?" Old Bu asked casually as he walked.

The system is like this. The president can nominate the top leaders of most departments. This is called the presidential team.

In the United States, there is no requirement that you have to be promoted at the grassroots level for many years. Even if you have no previous experience in government departments, you can still become a governor, a general manager, including the president.

Many rich people are also willing to spend part of their political donations to support the presidential campaign, and then occupy a position in the government department.

Part of it is to experience the taste of managing government affairs, and part of it is to use policies to support their own industries. There are many.

For the president, it is also happy to see this situation.

The president of any country will have an eternal headache, and that is the economy. It is very important to win over the rich, develop the economy, and pay more taxes.

"Me?" Sean was taken aback, showing a strange smile, "Judicial department? I am a person who strictly abides by the law. The judicial department is very suitable for me, and the people of the whole country will be very happy!"

Old Bu was taken aback, hehe, hehe, he laughed dryly, you are really suitable to be a politician with your shameless spirit.

This topic was the past, and Lao Bu knew that Xiao En was tactfully rejecting him, so he put forward a completely inappropriate job request.

Sean: No, I, seriously, I'm really a good fit for the Department of Justice!

Old Bu: Oh, no, you are not!

On the second day of the president's inauguration, the important meeting of the old cloth team, this series of meetings is to list the problems and solve the problems.

The meeting was held, everyone congratulated Lao Bu once again, and then started the formal meeting.

There were some small matters of handover issues before, and finally when it came to finance, the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Serious to heavy.

"The government has left a large fiscal deficit." The new Chancellor of the Exchequer said with a very solemn face: "According to the current development situation, the speed of economic development will further slow down in the next few years, tax revenue will be further reduced, and our fiscal expenditure Not only will it not fall, but it will rise..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Old Bu, then at the health department and the others.

Before Lao Bu came to power, he promised further investment in medical care and other welfare aspects, all of which had to be paid by the government in real money.

"If the current economy cannot be stimulated, the United States is likely to experience an economic recession in the next year." The Secretary of the Exchequer said it in a more euphemistic manner. What is an economic recession?

Not even an economic crisis!

The biggest problem facing Lao Bu at present is the high deficit of the government's finances, the high national debt of the federal government and the long-term depression of economic weakness.

Reagan's greatness required a price, and the country had to pay the price, and Lao Bu had to bear the consequences.

In fact, this matter had already been thoroughly understood before Lao Bu came to power. After all, he was Reagan's vice president, but the problem was that if he wanted to sit on the throne, he had to bear the consequences.

Sean was sitting on the conference table, just watching silently, without saying a word, he would not say some nonsense before he figured out the specific situation, the ghost knows if Lao Bu is playing tricks for them rich people, anyway Sean thinks the probability is yes.

Sean was not the only rich man present, but many rich men who had close contacts with the Bush family and people from some big families attended the meeting.

After all, it is a capitalist country, and capitalists are also shareholders of this country. As a shareholder, it is natural to attend the general meeting of shareholders.

After the meeting, Xiao Bu found Sean again, hoping that Sean, a rich man who created a myth of wealth in a short period of time, could give his father some ideas to stimulate economic development and increase government tax revenue.

"Don't worry, Uncle's business is my business. How can I, Xiao En, stand by and watch? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Your own palace in the sky.

Columbia still had enemies waiting for him. Before seeing Pablo's body, he didn't have that kind of thought about taking care of the Bush family.

Besides, this kind of thing is not something he can just talk about, wait, let the economy drop for a while...

There will be opportunities for him to perform.

Pablo's lair has been found by the scout plane, Sean can't wait to go back and preside over the bombing now!

Bill, you fucking Dongfeng 1!